You know, I was thinking about it, and even on this side of myself I see the drug laws in America as totally unacceptable. There’s kind of a more overarching thing going on here, though. If a law leaves a catch-22, and someone can prove that on paper, the law should be struck. If a law leads to anger in even a small minority of the population, I also think maybe the law should be struck.

Must think on this some. Not that I’m ever likely to be in a position to strike laws, but since I get to inject memes into the meme pool from time to time, perhaps I can inject one that will reach those who are.

This may happen any time a name or named symbol appears in my journal.

I occasionally lose sight of my love for my friends, and then write bad and horrible things about them when, often, the culprit is either poor communication, or (what I perceive to be) problems in my charicter.

Specifically, I would like to apologize to Kayti, who I was ranting about over the last few months. But more generally, I would like to apologize to anyone who’s ever had this done to them by me. Please don’t let it become a bitter end.

Shelby’s got batteries again. My sis gave him to me a while ago, he’s a little robotic shell who looks like he’d be at home on the bottom of the ocean, and I wrote a really horrible essay about him, but I find that given some time, I rather love him.

Clockin’ in.. it’s 8:49a by my computer clock, or 10:32 by the atomic..

I have this problem with setting clocks.. sooner or later, I get frustrated by the clock, because I feel like it’s turning into my enemy, and then I just start aggressively not caring about time. This, I realize, must frustrate incredibly some of my adult friends, but it’s part of how I stay sane.

Set up the old analog scope here in the office.. which is still a disaster on the level that makes me want to sob.. Man, I feel like some ice cream or somethin’.. well, let’s load some tunes up on the changer anyway..